310 to the Bahamas

When my old friend Max Berger called me, he proposed an all-expenses-paid trip to the Bahamas in his Cessna 310. That was the good news.

The bad news was that it would be a one-day trip, a simple out-and-back from our home airport in Florida to Treasure Cay (MYAT, for you fanciers of airport identifiers).

The mission was, quite literally, to deliver the kitchen sink. (More on that later.)

Our secondary target would be some of the new stuff on Max’s instrument panel, on which he wanted some additional inputs from me. The scheduled takeoff was 0800, and Max promised that we’d be back at home plate no later than 1700 local since I had already something scheduled for that evening.

The clincher was that a free Bahamian lunch would be included. I signed onboard as copilot.